Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Index,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.