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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.