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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.