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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.