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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.