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 Ethiopia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Fall to the rap 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.