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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 The Birthday Party to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.