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 Czech Republic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.