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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Scion,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.