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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.