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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
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.