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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Skaos,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.