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 Mali 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.