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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.