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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.