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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.