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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.