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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.