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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.