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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.