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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.