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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Smog,
UT,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.