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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.