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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.