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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.