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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.