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 Samoa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Zapp 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.