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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.