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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.