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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne 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?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.