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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Visage,
the Slits,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.