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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.