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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yaz to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.