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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.