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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Swans,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.