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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.