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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.