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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Crime,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.