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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 David Axelrod to the grunge 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.