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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.