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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Make Up,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.