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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
UT,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.