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 Mongolia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.