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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.