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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Interpol,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.