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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the punk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.