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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.