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 Morocco and from London.
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 Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.