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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
MC5,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.