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 Belize and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Can,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.