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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.