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 China and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.