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 Slovenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.