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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.