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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.