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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the disco 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.