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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.