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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
CMW,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
DNA,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.