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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.