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 Tonga 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Organ,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.