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 Mozambique 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 rhodes 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Swans,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.