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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.