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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.