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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.