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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.