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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.