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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.