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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 The Knickerbockers 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.