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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.