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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.