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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.