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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.