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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.