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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
The Standells,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.