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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.