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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.