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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.