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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.