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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Franke,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.