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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.