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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks 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?
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.