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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.