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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 snare 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 The Mojo Men to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.