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 Liberia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.