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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.