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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.