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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 New Christs to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.