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 Denmark and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
The Move,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.