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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.