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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the funk 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
X-102,
Ten City,
Pole,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.