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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.