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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.