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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gladiators to the funk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
The Names,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Slave,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.