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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Aswad to the disco 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.