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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
ABC,
The Human League,
Television,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.