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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.