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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 The Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.