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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.