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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.