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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
X-102,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.