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 Haiti 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
The Wake,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.