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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
DNA,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.