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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.