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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.