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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.