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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.