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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.