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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Gang Starr to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Shoche,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.