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 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
CMW,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.