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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.