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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.