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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.