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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Television,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.