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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
UT,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.