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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.