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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.