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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Pylon,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.