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 Korea South and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
UT,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.