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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.