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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.