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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.