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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.