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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Television,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.