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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.