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 Algeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.