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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.