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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Magma,
The Busters,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.