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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.