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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.