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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Sparks,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.