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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.