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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.