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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.