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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.