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 Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Jacob Miller 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?
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Monks,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.