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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.