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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Scientists to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.