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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim 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?
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.