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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.