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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment 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 crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Television,
June Days,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.