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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Crime,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.