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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
X-102,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.