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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Index,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.