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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Motions 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.