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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.