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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.