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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.