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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.