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 Latvia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
The Names,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.