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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.