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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.