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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.