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 Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.