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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Can,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.