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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.