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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Young Rascals to the dance 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.