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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.