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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Buckinghams to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.