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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Visage,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.