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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.