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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.