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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.