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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.