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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.