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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.