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 Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.