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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Faust,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.