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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.