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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
10cc,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.