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 Nauru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Visage,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.