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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Unwound to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
AZ,
MDC,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.