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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.