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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Nas,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.