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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.