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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.