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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
cv313,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.