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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.