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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Smog,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.