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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.