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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
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.