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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.