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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 disco 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
X-101,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Index,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Swans,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.