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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the rap 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.