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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.