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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.