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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Ohio Players to the dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.