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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Can,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
AZ,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.