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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the dance 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
MDC,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.