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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.