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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.