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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.