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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Trojans to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Franke,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Organ,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.