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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
This Heat,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.