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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 güiro 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Nas,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.