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 Finland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Fat Boys to the grunge 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.