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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Sun City Girls to the punk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.