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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.