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 Korea North and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.