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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.