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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.