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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
the Germs,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.