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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.