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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.