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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Index,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.