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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.