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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.