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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.