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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Can,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.