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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
MC5,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.