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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.