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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.