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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
UT,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.