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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.