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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.