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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.