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 Belize and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.