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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blake Baxter to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.