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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Moody Blues to the punk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.