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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Technova,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.