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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.