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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the rap 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.