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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Crime,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.