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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 The New Christs 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.