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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Yellowson to the grime 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
the Germs,
10cc,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.