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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Visage,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.