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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Television,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.