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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead C to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.