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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Real Kids to the rap 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.