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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
UT,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.