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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.