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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.