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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron 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?
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.