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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.