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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Quantec to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.