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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.