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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.