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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.