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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.