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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 snare 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.