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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.