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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Nico,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.