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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.