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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.