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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.