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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.