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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.