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 Liberia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.