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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.