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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.