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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Ituana to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.