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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the punk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.