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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.