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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Music Machine to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Cymande,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.