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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.