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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.