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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.