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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.