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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.