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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Mars,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.