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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Scion,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.