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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.