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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The 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.