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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.