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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.