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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.