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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.