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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.