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 Italy and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.