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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 snare 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.