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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.