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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.