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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.