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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.