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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.