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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.