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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.