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 Andorra and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.