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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.