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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Flipper,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.