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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 Salvador and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.