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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 EPMD to the funk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.