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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.