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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.