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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.