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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the punk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.