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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
JFA,
Visage,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.