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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.