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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.