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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.