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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.