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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Shoche,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.