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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Zapp,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.