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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Altered Images to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Swans,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.