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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Mars,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.