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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.