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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Can,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.