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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '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 The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.