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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.