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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.