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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
PIL,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.