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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.