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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.