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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Slave,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.