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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Magma,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.