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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.