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 Togo and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.