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 Mali and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Organ,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.