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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.