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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.