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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.