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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.