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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.