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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moleskins to the grime 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.