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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.