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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 oboe 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.