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 France and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.