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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana 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?
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.