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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.