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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.