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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Toni Rubio 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
The Residents,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.