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 London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.