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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.