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 France and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Slave,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.