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 Burundi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Fear,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.