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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One 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?
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.