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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Raincoats to the funk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.