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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.