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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.