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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.