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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 World's Most to the punk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Television,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.