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 South Africa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.