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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.