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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.