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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 ABC to the techno 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Smog,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.