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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.