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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smoke 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.