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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.