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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.