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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets 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 electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.