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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.