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 Belgium and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.