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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Searchers to the techno 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.