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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Residents to the rap 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.