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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Scion,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.