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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
10cc,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.