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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.