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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
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,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.