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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Qualms to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.