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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 U.S. Maple 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.