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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.