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 Kazakhstan 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the punk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.