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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.