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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
DNA,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.