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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 oboe 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.