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 China and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.