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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.