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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Monolake to the funk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.