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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.