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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts 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?
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.