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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Urselle to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.