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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.