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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 spring reverb 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 Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.