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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.