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 Sweden and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Black Sheep to the rap 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.