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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.