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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 the Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.