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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Inner City to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.