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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.