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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Second Layer,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.