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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.