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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.