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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.