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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.