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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Yaz to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.