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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.