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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up 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?
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
This Heat,
ABC,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.