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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Fatback Band to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
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.