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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Monks,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Motorama,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.