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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 chamberlin 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan 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.