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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
MC5,
Magma,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.