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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.