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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.