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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins 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?
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.