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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.