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 Botswana 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.