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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Can,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
UT,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.