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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras 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?
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.