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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the dance 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.