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 Hungary 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Swans to the crunk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.