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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.