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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.