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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.