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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Q65,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.