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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sister Nancy 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.