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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dahlback to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.