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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s 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 Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.