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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.