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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.