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 Belgium and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
AZ,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.