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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.