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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.