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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 marimba 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.