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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.