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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Gong,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.