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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Josef K,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Technova,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.