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 Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.