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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.