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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Modern Lovers to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.