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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Nico,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.