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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Scion,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.