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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.