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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Donny Hathaway to the funk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Magazine,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Television,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.