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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.