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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.