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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Pylon,
Ludus,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.