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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.