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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.