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 Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
New Order,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.