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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.