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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.