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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.