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 Bulgaria 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.