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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.