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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.