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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.