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 Liechtenstein 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the punk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Das Ding,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.