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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Nas,
Fear,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.