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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Shoche,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.