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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero 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.