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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deakin to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.