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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 The Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.