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 Togo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.