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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.