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 China and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Index,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.