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 Angola and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.