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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.