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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.