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 Jordan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.