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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.