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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.