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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.