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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 American Breed to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.