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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.