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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.