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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 chamberlin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.