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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.