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 Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.