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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.