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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.