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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.