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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.