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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 linndrum 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.