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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.