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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.