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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.