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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.