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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.