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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.