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 Haiti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 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 The Techniques to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.