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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.