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 Estonia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.