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 Argentina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.