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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead C to the rap 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.