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 Iceland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.