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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.