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 Laos and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.