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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.