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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.