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 Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Pole,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.