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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.