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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.