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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.