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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Scion,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.