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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Ten City,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.