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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.