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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 New Age Steppers to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Wings,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Smog,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.