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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
JFA,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.