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 Swaziland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.