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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Skriet,
Crime,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
DNA,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.