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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.