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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.