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 Greece and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 snare and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.