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 Vanuatu 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Swans,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.