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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.