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 Sudan 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
UT,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.