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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the grime 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.