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 Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.