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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.