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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.