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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.