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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.