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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Ludus,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.