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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Duran Duran to the rap 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.