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 Italy 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.