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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.