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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Todd Terry to the rap 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.