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 Iraq and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
cv313,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.