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 Armenia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.