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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 U.S. Maple to the disco 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.