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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Can,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.