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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.