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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Brick to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.