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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Slave,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.