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 Samoa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.