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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.