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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.