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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.