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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.