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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.