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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.