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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.