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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.